jesus christ write about something different!
i have no damn idea what you mean.
you fucking do know what i mean.
ok well, suppose i do, what do you have in mind?
ANYTHING…literally anything different and new!

well look, i see before me neat rows of black
small squares with letters displayed in stark white;
these things from which i can create worlds
set like teeth recessed in an elegant, ergonomic case;
and i must be careful to avoid their stinging bite.

so as i tap away with thoughts distracted
words spring up before me now with life once absent
just like i was previously, back in a time when i wasn’t;

is it possible that some distant, inaccessible thought
spends itself in endless tappings to create such as I?
I who sit here seeking to create new, unthought things
an unknown homage to an unknowable, capricious force;
but ever do i instead form copies and cheap replicas
of things i have shaped before, like degrading clones
an embarrassment of riches hidden in the cloud

how is that you think?
hey, it’s still shit but it’s different shit than before
well, there’s something in this i suppose.